Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2005 08:16:46 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack Santoro
Subject: Edging with my Dick, Adult Friends or Masturbation, 1/1
Edging With My Dick
by Jackinnm@yahoo.com
I got into edging almost by accident, while comparing
cocks with Jimmy, my older brother. We had a lot to
compare because our pricks were very different. He'd
been circumcised at birth, and when my parents saw the
pain it caused him after the surgery, they decided
they would not have any other son cut. Jimmy would cry
each time he wet his diaper, and the wound got
infected and needed another operation to clean it up
and re-stitch it.
Jimmy's cock was longer than mine, about seven inches,
and had a nice plum-shaped glans ahead of its thick
brown scar. Mine was about six inches hard, with a
long funnel-shaped foreskin covering my huge Darth
Vader helmet. My glans is so bulky its outline bulges
through the thick hood. Once when I was wearing a
tight bathing suit, a casual acquaintance told me he
could tell I was circumcised. He was very surprised
when I pulled the waist of my bathing suit out to give
him a good look.
Foreskins come in all shapes, as dicks do, and I'd
seen many types from thin strips barely long enough to
cover the rim to long-nippled funnels like mine. Even
hard, my foreskin extended almost an inch beyond the
end of my cock-head in a thick nipple, and this
allowed Jim to slip his glans into my hood and enjoy a
mutual jack-off with me. I enjoyed sharing my foreskin
with Jim, and we'd been doing this even before we'd
heard the word "docking." We didn't know what Jimmy's
foreskin had been like. It had been cut off in the
delivery room right after he'd been born, before even
our mother had seen it.
Jim and I always tried to get the most out of sex, and
trying new things to increase and to prolong our
pleasure. We experimented with holding back our
climaxes, and found that we could remain close to the
point of no return for several minutes, enjoying the
acute sensations before plunging into the moment of
release. We did this while docking but more often
separately, lightly stroking our lubricated cock-heads
with our fingertips.
After Jim's death in a traffic accident when I was 25,
I found another sex partner, Bob, whose prick, like
mine, also had escaped the scalpel because his parents
had been appalled at the results of their first son's
circumcision. Bob had a nice thin foreskin covering
his plump, rounded cock-head right to the end, forming
a tight pucker. His erection also measured a little
over six inches, but his foreskin would retract to
bare his beautiful purple glans and he would jack
himself by pulling his hood up over the head. All I
had to do for a quick jack was jiggle my long
foreskin, and soon white jets would sluice out the
opening at the end.
We both have big, sensitive tips, fully formed, with
attractive flaring ridges. We'd noticed that lots of
cut guys have smaller tips than we do, like little
acorns sitting at the end of the shafts. We think that
removing the protective foreskin makes the head dry
out and shrivel up in some guys.
Inevitably, Jim and I began docking and enjoying the
wild sensations, especially when we timed our climaxes
to happen at the same time. This wasn't hard, because
we were both easily aroused, and when one of us came
it would always trigger the other's orgasm. Then we'd
feel the warmth of each other's juice swirling around
our cock-heads, heightening our sensations. We also
experimented with the sensations of peeing inside my
foreskin in the shower. We'd dock, and wash each
other's prick-heads with our streams, watching the
gush from under the end of my foreskin.
When we began experimenting with edging, we always
worked ourselves up by docking. Only when we were
approaching release did we separate, to let us control
our individual sensations better. Our cock-heads were
now fully swollen, darker in color, and had lost their
spongy feel.
I'd slowly stroke my long foreskin back and forth,
feeling my heavily lubricated helmet slosh around
inside the thick, fleshy hood. Bob would dip his
finger into the steady flow of crystal-clear lube
seeping from his slit and rub it in small circles
around the orifice. He'd then work back along the top
of the bare head to his rim, then into the groove
behind it. He enjoyed running his finger around the
groove, stroking the back of his ridge, then coming
down underneath to the gee-string.
We'd watch each other as we worked on our swollen
pricks, because it doubled our pleasure to know that
the other guy was feeling the same thing. I'd see his
slit dribbling lots of lubricant to keep his glans and
fingers wet, and he'd watch me stroke my foreskin
gently, as the pre-cum poured from the end of my
nipple.
We experimented with many strokes and techniques to
keep ourselves at the brink without going over it.
When Bob felt he was getting close and saw his glans
swell in its final hardness as it deepened in color,
he'd stroke only the top of the head, because it was
less sensitive there. I often retracted my foreskin as
I got close, so that I could watch my cock-head turn
darker purple, and I'd stroke my heavily lubricated
tip with one finger. I'd feel my helmet lose its
sponginess as my excitement peaked, and knew that I'd
have to be careful not to lose it right then.
I discovered that, with my prick, the best and safest
way for edging was not to stroke it at all, because
the slightest friction would eventually trigger my
sensitive nerve endings. Instead, I pulled my foreskin
back until it was stretched tightly along the shaft,
creating a pleasant tension in the skin and my
gee-string. Bob found this very easy to do with his
prick, because he had less foreskin to stretch and it
took only two fingers to apply a pleasant tension that
stretched the nerve endings within his hood. We'd
watch each drop of lubricant part the lips of his long
slit, then run down his glans.
Once I had my hood skinned back, the lube would flow
steadily from my teardrop shaped hole, running down
the dark purple glans until it filled the deep groove
behind it. Bob and I would approach the point of
release, then back off to let our excitement subside
slightly before resuming. We were able to maintain
ourselves on the "edge" for about 15 minutes at most.
We'd heard that some guys can make it last longer, but
we were never able to do so.
Some work their way up to near what I call the
"critical zone," but then back off the moment they see
their cock-heads swelling. Bob and I tried to remain
within the critical zone, varying our strokes both for
variety and to avoid coming too fast. Bob would
sometimes use only two fingers, lightly stroking the
sides of his wet slippery cock-head, heavily
lubricated by the pre-cum that constantly oozed from
his slit. I'd use my fingertips to massage different
areas of my glans and shaft, careful to keep the
strokes gentle, until I felt the warning tingle that
told me I was about to come.
We have more lubrication than most guys, and when we
get close to the edge our cock-heads become darker in
color. Bob's goes from pinkish-purple to purple, and
mine changes from purple to a darker shade. The back
of my rim turns so dark it's almost black. Different
guys not only have different strokes, but different
sensations as well. My cock-head begins to tingle when
I am at the point of erupting. Bob says his becomes
more sensitive. We both see our pre-cum start to
emerge in pulses instead of steady seeping. We've also
seen different guys react differently when they come.
Some just shiver a little when they climax, and their
juice oozes from their tips. They say it feels great
to them, but at times we're not even sure they're
coming because it seems too mild. Bob and I both have
big, blasting orgasms, with strong white jets shooting
from our throbbing cocks. We writhe and groan when the
orgasm rips through our bodies, and nobody watching
has any doubt that we're blasting off.
After we've had enough edging, we decide who comes
first. Although we'd enjoyed many simultaneous
orgasms, sharing the magic moment and feeling our
bodies strain against each other's, we'd discovered
that sequential orgasms could be more fulfilling. It
was nice to watch the other coming, groaning through
the sweet agony of release, without being distracted
by one's own sensations. It was also nice to enjoy
orgasm without having to do anything to the other to
allow him to enjoy his. This way, we each enjoyed two
orgasms, one real and one vicarious, and this doubled
our pleasure.
We enjoyed edging for another reason; we'd noticed
that the longer the build-up, the more intense and
pleasurable our orgasms became. A quick whack-off
would produce relief, and make us feel good, but not
in the same way that taking our time in long, slow,
build-ups would give us. Slipping slowly over the
edge, savoring each tickle, each hot tingle, would
bring us to long, fulfilling orgasms, as our
cock-roots throbbed in ecstasy. Bob and I had been at
it for about a quarter-hour when we decided he was
closer and would come first. As we'd done before, we'd
help each other through the climax. I watched as Bob
pulled back harder on his skin, stretching the tensed
foreskin back from the dark, swollen head, enjoying
the sensations as the nerve endings responded. He
rubbed a fingertip around the end, and then worked
back to the rim. His tip pulsed as a couple of drops
of lube gushed from its slit, and I heard him groan
loudly as he began coming. He let go his prick as I
grasped it, fingers probing the groove behind his
turgid head.
We always stroked each other's grooves because this
was the hottest spot on our cock-heads. We'd expose
the end of the glans while urinating, but never pulled
the skin back fully except for washing, and our
sensitive rims remained untouched, never seeing the
light of day, until we exposed them for pleasure. Bob
cried out as my fingertips stroked his sensitive,
lubricated rim, and the tender foreskin tissue behind
it. His hips bucked as his cock spit another load into
the air.
I'd let go of my prick to concentrate on Bob's, and I
gave his groove another stroke with four fingertips as
my thumb squeezed his glans from underneath, caressing
his gee-string. He cried out as his hot tip again
throbbed in my clasping fingers, ejecting another
load. I felt his helmet throb again and saw another
thick white jet erupt from his slit. He shot several
more times until his jets weakened and he told me his
tip was getting too sensitive. I stopped and clasped
my own prick as Bob recovered.
My purple Darth Vader helmet was turgid as I pulled
back on my hood, stretching the nerve endings buried
deep inside. I felt the glans throb as the hot tingle
began, and I knew it would be only seconds before I
came. My teardrop shaped orifice was streaming
pre-come, which ran down my prick, filling the groove
and running over my fingers. Now my entire helmet was
tingling, and my pre-cum was increasing. A pulse of
juice surged from my tip, and I felt the heavy
thud-thud-thud of my biological storm begin deep in my
cock-root.
I let go as Bob's fingers wrapped around my prick, his
fingertips probing for my sensitive rim and groove. I
felt his palm brushed my glans as his fingers stroked
the sensitive area and brought another spasm from me.
I heard myself crying out as my hot prick throbbed in
release, and jet after jet spurted from my tip. It
felt as if an electric current ran through each
sensitive nerve ending, making me groan in agonized
delight as the hot lava poured up my urethra.
My throbs got weaker, and Bob removed his hand,
sensing that I was near the end. I felt the last drops
run up my tube, saw them dribbling out the tip, and I
relaxed.
When we wanted super-hot orgasms, we avoided coming
for a week, because we'd noticed that this would
accumulate more sperm, and more sperm meant a longer
and more intense release. At times we noticed that as
we neared the edge, our pre-come would become milky,
as the pressure inside built up so much that we began
leaking. The super orgasm would come on more slowly,
as the pre-come seeping turned into pulsing, and then
full-force white jets erupting from our tips.
I watched and noted that Bob behaved differently
during a super orgasm. Instead of watching,
fascinated, as his cock spit its load, he'd close his
eyes and throw his head back as his lips drew back
from his teeth. Frozen in this orgastic rictus, Bob
would tense up as the sensations paralyzed his body.
We both noticed that during super orgasms, our
cock-heads would always become very sensitive very
early, and we would have stopped stroking if we'd b
een doing ourselves. Instead, we poured on the
sensations, making each other cry out in delicious
agony as the orgasms wracked our bodies. In our
experiences with circumcised guys, we'd noticed this
almost never happened, because their tips were dried
out and less sensitive than ours.
Our cock-heads remained super-sensitive for a couple
of minutes after we'd come, and we couldn't even wipe
ourselves without causing mild distress. Only after
our cocks had begun deflating did they lose their
excessive sensitivity. Then we were able to pull our
foreskins up to cover them.
We really enjoy edging, and have been finding out that
other guys do as well.
The End